Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2005 22:59:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew J
Subject: Gay Slut finds Gay Slut Boyfriend
***** This story is pure fiction. Do not read if you are not 18 or older,
or if gay sex isn't your thing. Otherwise, enjoy!
Gay Slut finds Gay Slut Boyfriend
Sunday morning. I woke up to the feel of my cock being eagerly sucked. I
looked down to see the twink's head bobbing up and down on my now rigid
cock. God hadn't he slept at all? I remember Bruce and me leaving the
bar last night, and the twink begging to come home with me. I can't
remember his name, and didn't care to. He'll be going home soon enough.
He was, admittedly, a good fuck last night, and right now was doing a
great job with his tongue, eagerly licking the underside of my cock
shaft.
I reached over and nudged Bruce awake.
"Morning, babe" he said groggily. He reached over and buried his head
in my shoulder, and put his arm around my waist, as he usually did when
he woke up. I kissed the mop of hair on his head and reached down and
lazily massaged his ass. He had a really nice ass... smooth and soft, yet
muscled underneath. His asshole always seemed so fuckable, and I fingered
him. For an instant I thought I should turn him over and fuck him, but
the twink whatever-his-name-was was going at a good rhythm now and I
didn't want to stop him
"Hey Johnny, you still here?" Bruce said looking down at the twink, who
looked up at Bruce and smiled, not missing a beat of the blowjob he was
giving me.
Johnny! Of course that was his name. Leave it to Bruce to remember. I was
woefully bad with names. Bruce reached down and tussled Johnny's hair as
he blew me. The twink reached over and grabbed Bruce's cock, but Bruce
gently stopped him.
"No. I'm good for now. Focus on this", he said, holding the shaft of
my dick.
Bruce then looked up at me, and kissed me passionately. His naked body
felt nice pressed up against my side. He had a morning hard-on. I liked
it when he was hard and his asshole felt fuckable. "You know what day
today is, babe?"
I had no clue and hated riddles... I could barely remember the day of the
week.
"Happy Sixth Anniversary!" He looked at me and smiled one of his
beautiful smiles... the kind where his whole face smiles. The twink
stopped sucking my cock and looked up at us. I annoyedly brought his head
down over my cock again and motioned him to keep sucking.
"Wow, I'd forgotten! You're right! 6 whole years! Happy anniversary,
my love" I said and kissed Bruce back, this time more passionately than
the first time.
"Hey babe, remember how we met?" Bruce's eyes twinkled. I smiled.
Yes indeed, I did.
Rewind to 6 years ago:
I was hot 25 year old. At 5'9'', slender, nice & gym toned, my broad
shoulders tapered into a 29'' waist, my body was naturally smooth and
tanned, and I had dark eyes. My dark hair fell casually on my forehead,
and on the days I didn't shave, my stubble got me a lot of attention
from guys that were into the scruffy look. I had a great ass and really
nice legs. I was proud of the way I looked.
I loved sex, and got plenty of it. I seemed to attract men that loved
sex. I had innumerable fuck buddies and could barely keep up with them
all, and regularly cruised for new & hot guys. My cock was a good 8.5
inches long, very thick and the nicely shaped head was covered by a layer
of loose skin. This made it very sensitive, and kept me perpetually
horny. I was mostly a top, and liked to be in control & dominate, but
could be very submissive for the right guy.
This particular night I was at one of San Francisco's best cruise bars
(I lived a 10 minute walk from it), and was having a great time. I'd
seen a lot of guys I knew from the neighborhood, and from the gym (the
same guys I had sex with in the showers), and the same guys I danced with
on the dance floor of major circuit parties. It was nice, and I felt at
home.
I had my shirt off, and was slowly walking around with my drink, slowly
checking out the guys tonight. I saw my buddy Evan, and stopped to say
hi.
"Hey Evan!"
"Hey Mark, what's up?" Evan smiled back at me.
"Not much, just hanging out, looking to get into trouble"
"As usual!" he said and smiled mischeviously. He lit his pipe and took
a long drag. "Want some?"
"Don't mind if I do" I said and joined him.
Just then, a really cute-looking guy walked over to Evan and said hey.
"Hey Bruce... haven't seen you here in a while! Say hi to my friend
Mark!"
"What's up, Mark!" Bruce said and smiled at me. I watched as he slowly
checked me out... my shirtless torso allowed him a full view of my pecs
and 6-pak abs, and his eyes rested on the large bulge in my jeans.
Bruce was about my height, had the cutest smile and most piercing eyes
I'd ever seen. He was wearing a blue Tshirt and really low cut jeans,
and had the top 2 buttons unbuttoned, displaying a generous amount of
dark pubic hair. I liked him already.
"Hi Bruce" I said and smiled intently at him. My smile was with my eyes
than my mouth, which is what I usually do when I want to go to bed with
someone. I held his gaze but only after he knew I had checked him out
completely.
I was getting a bit high off the stuff I'd smoked and was probably
gazing and smiling at Bruce longer than I intended to. He asked me
something (I can't remember what) and we started making conversation. He
had an interesting career and it turns out he was just moving back to San
Francisco after being away for a few years. He was visiting this weekend
but would be back for good in a few weeks. As we chatted, I saw him
looking around at other guys and quickly checking out all the other cute
guys. I was doing the same, so I didn't mind at all.
We seemed to like each others energy, as we stood and talked. I was up
against a wall with my legs slightly apart, while he was standing in
front of me, between my legs, facing me. My friend Evan had since seen
someone he recognized and had left us.
Bruce moved in closer, and told me how cute he thought I was, and how
he'd really like to get to know me.
"I think you're cute too, Bruce" I said, reaching forward and kissing
him lightly on the lips. He moved in and gave me a more passionate kiss,
and as he did, his hands moved to my waist and he embraced me. My arms
went around his shoulders. We started making out in earnest, and I could
feel the heat of in his pants pressing against mine. I could tell he was
pretty well-hung, which was a relief to me.
He had great hands... his grasp was firm and forceful, but at the same
time his fingers were very gentle. It was a nice combination. It made me
want to fight him for dominance, but at the same time, I was melting into
the smoothness of his touch.
"Hey Mark, can I ask you something..."
"What?"
"Well, I'd really like to take you on a date... would you be
interested?"
Wow. I was sort of surprised, as I didn't think people asked each other
out on dates in cruise bars, particularly guys who walk around with their
pants undone and made out with shirtless guys. Nonetheless, I was very
flattered.
"Umm... Bruce, I don't date. I can't."
"Why not?" he asked, a bit taken aback.
"Well, I'm not good at dating. I'm a big slut".
"Hey, so am I" Bruce said, laughing, and holding me closer. "That
shouldn't be a problem for me if it isn't one for you"
I must admit, my cock jumped a bit at the idea of going out with another
slut. He laughed with his infectious laughter, and got me laughing too.
The pot was definitely helping and I was really enjoying the slow circles
he was making on my back & sides.
"No you don't understand... I hate dating because I don't like getting
jealous or people getting jealous of me. I'll never stop sleeping with
anyone I think is cute & will sleep with me, and hate the idea of hiding
all of that"
"I want to hear all about it. Maybe you could tell me all about your sex
life on our date? I think it's really hot that you have a great sex
life. I'd like to share that part of you"
Hmm. This wasn't going how I would hope. The problem was, I was
beginning to want to date him.
"So Bruce, I'm waiting here for a friend who I am going to a circuit
party with, then probably going home with him to fuck him."
"Well, to tell you the truth", Bruce said, "I'm here with a friend
who's waiting for me at the front of the bar. I might have sex with him
later on."
That was a relief. No signs of jealousy.
"Mind if I check something else?" I asked
"What?"
I moved my hands down to his crotch. Mmm his pubic hair was warm and
tangly and felt really good. I undid more of his fly buttons, and put my
hand around the shaft of his dick. And was pleasantly surprised. It was
atleast 2 fists long, making it over 8 inches. He had a nice, thick, cut
mushroom head and was dribbling precum. I looked up at him and smiled. He
was already gazing at me.
"You like?" he asked me.
"Wow, you're hung!" I said. I felt a bit like a shallow teenager. "I
hate to admit it, but I've never had a really good time with a guy who
isn't hung"
He laughed out loud, totally putting me at ease, then undid my jeans.
"Well, let's see what you've got, buddy!" He said, and gently pulled
my cock out of confinement.
"Wow!" he said. "Very nice!". Still holding it, he moved in closer,
pressing our cocks together and kissing me passionately.
Our cocks were the same length. The one difference was I was uncut and he
was cut. We were completely each other's types in the cock department.
"So, now that I pass both your requirements, will you go out with me?"
he asked.
"Sure!" I said, not wondering what I was getting into.
"I really like 3 ways" I said, pressing on
"So do I" Bruce laughed
"The only better thing than 3 ways is 4 ways. I really like it when
couples share each other" I said
"Mmm me too! Actually, I've never had sex with someone where I didn't
think we could add someone else and make it more fun!" He replied.
"I'm also a big exhibitionist" I said
"Really?" he asked, "Got a website?"
"No... do you?" I asked
"Yeah... and my webcam is set up over my bed. It broadcasts live every
night." Bruce said, his eyes twinkling mischeviously.
"Wow!" He totally had me beat. I was really enjoying this. A really
cute guy, who was nice, and hung, and as big a sex-maniac as I was???
This was definitely a first.
"I've been in a few porn movies" I said, lying. In reality, it was a
fantasy of mine but I've never acted on it.
"Oooh can I rent them? Can I buy them all?" he asked, squeezing me
closer to him.
I turned him around so that his back was up against me and he was facing
outwards. His pants were undone and down below his crotch, so he was
totally exposed. We had a small crowd around us watching. It felt really
nice to have my cock up against his ass. I started massaging his ass and
spreading the cheeks. He leaned his head back and licked the side of my
head.
"Your ass is sooo fuckable, Bruce. I'd love to fuck it" I moaned.
"Sure" he said, and reached into his pocket and pulled out a small
bottle of lube.
He turned around and snapped opened the bottle.
"Not right now silly!" I said, a bit taken aback. "Later. We have
friends waiting, remember?"
"Oh right", Bruce laughed.
"But I'd really like to fuck you. Later tonight maybe?" I asked.
In the meantime, my friend Dan arrived. He saw Bruce and me together, and
sort of walked back to the front of the bar, flustered.
"I gotta go and talk to Dan" I said.
"I have to go and find my friend too", Bruce said. "But can we
exchange numbers first?"
"Only on one condition" I said
"What's that?" he asked
"You have to promise to take me out on a date, and promise to be a
gentleman on the date" I said
"You got it, cutiepie!" Bruce replied, laughing. We exchanged numbers.
We went and found our respective friends, and went on our ways that
night.
Bruce called me the next day, we went on our date, and many many
afterwards. The rest is history.
Back to the present
"Has it really been six years?" I asked Bruce.
"Yep, can you believe it, babe? We were twinks when we met!" he
laughed.
The twink who was sucking my cock laughed too. I pulled him off my cock...
was doing a really good job and I was close to cumming.
I lay back and said "Bruce, get up and sit on my cock" My dick was
still wet from the twink's saliva, and when Bruce got up and straddled
my dick, I entered him very easily.
I looked at the twink and told him to suck Bruce's cock. He eagerly
complied.
So there we were... the morning of our sixth anniversary, the happiest six
years of my life. Me close to orgasm, inside the man I loved, and him
being sucked off by a cute 21 year old. I loved the scene. We'd done
this many many times before, but each time was slightly different, and I
enjoyed it each time like it was the first. I made a mental note to get
Johnny's phone number, as he was really good, and I think we'd want him
back again.
Bruce's eyes were rolling upwards and he was moaning. I could tell he
was really close, just as I was. He never lasted long when I fucked him.
"Ready, babe?" I said
He nodded back at me, his eyes twinkling.
We both shot together, long and hard. Me deep into him: I spasmed several
times as I shot spurt after spurt of hot cum. Bruce's face contorted in
pleasure as he started shooting his load deep down the twink's mouth.
The twink's eyes were bulging as he greedily lapped up my boyfriend's
cum.
Johnny, the twink, who had already cum 3 times the previous night, jerked
himself for less than 5 seconds before he shot a powerful, watery but
very respectable load all over our sheets and comforter. The little
bastard, I thought.
Bruce collapsed into my arms and I held him close to him. Johnny climbed
in between us, and held both of us as he laid his head on both our
chests.
"Slut!" Bruce said to me, and laughed.
"I love you too, babe!" I said back. And I did.
If this story made you shoot a load, or if you just liked it, please let me
know! It's always a pleasure to hear from you guys. Thanks, AJ
(andrewbjo@yahoo.com)